i'm cracking my already fragile mind has been shattered by the forces within me fighting for dominance three numbers come into my mind ....666...... i force myself not to surrender to the voices shouting in my skull i take the knife and draw the point along my wrist beautiful crimson drips and spurts all over me i laugh so hard as i slip from this world......
Reason for writing:
I think i might be mad....
Birth sign: Virgo
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